(A/N) Datakenobie05- I promised myself I would post two chapters just for you! So here they are! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do Not own POTC!
"That was an interesting night." Elizabeth said as she flopped down on the bed.
"Yes, my mouth was watering…" Jack said as he opened the mini bar and took out a beer. "Want one?"
"I don't drink."
"Aw come on, one won't hurt…" Jack waved the bottle in front of her face.
"No, that's fine." Elizabeth unlaced her shoes and tossed them aside. "Where is the Monet? James knows you have it, where is it?"
"My house."
"Why keep it there?" Elizabeth of course knew where Jack's home was, in the Caribbean, the place was nearly a fortress.
"Security is tight, and he wouldn't even know where to look." Jack put his beer bottle down and looked down at Elizabeth.
"What are you looking at?" Elizabeth asked as she caught his gaze.
"You."
"Jack…" He bent down and kissed her softly. Elizabeth stared into his intense eyes that seemed to burn right through her. "Jack, let's not start something we can't finish." Jack leaned down to kiss her again, but Elizabeth put her hand up. "No." Elizabeth got up from the bed. "I am not a painting, you can't steal, or con your way…"
"Never said you were Elizabeth." Jack said cutting her off. "I'll be back." He grabbed his jacket off the chair.
"Wait, where are you going?" Elizabeth touched his shoulder.
"To clear my head." He slammed the door as he left.
Elizabeth was up till dawn waiting for Jack, not even bothering to change out of her dress, but he still hadn't returned. She tried to keep herself occupied as the hours past, and tried not to think about how if she hadn't said no to Jack, what she might have been spending the hours doing. "Damn you Jack." Elizabeth got up when Jack's cell phone went off. Elizabeth ran to the table and picked it up.
"Where is the shipment?" Norrington's voice boomed over the phone.
"There will be nothing for you, you perverted bastard!" Elizabeth cried angrily to the phone.
"Ah, Elizabeth, to hear your voice truly warms me." Elizabeth shuttered. "Where is Jack?"
"Out."
"Leaving you all alone?" Elizabeth froze. Norrington was here in the hotel, and she was alone.
"Yes." Elizabeth raced to the closet and pulled out her SIG.
"Where did he go?"
"To get milk." Elizabeth muttered as she checked the magazine.
"That's funny."
"Glad you think I am." The phone went dead. Elizabeth dropped Jack's phone on the bed and pulled on the first pair of shoes she saw, the gold ones that were very painful to be in, but she had to get out of there fast. Elizabeth grabbed her bag, with all of the files in it, along with the things she knew she and Jack might need. She then raced out the door and down the hall.
As she rounded the corner to the elevators, someone grabbed her and pulled her into the stairwell, they were thirteen stories up, no one would find her here. Elizabeth saw James Norrington and wanted to scream, but knew none of it would help her.
"Where are you running?"
"Part of the work out regimen." Elizabeth smiled as she brought her knee into his chest. Elizabeth wiggled out of his grasp and started racing down the stairs. She could hear James yell for his goons, and more and more racing footsteps she heard build behind her.
Elizabeth raced into the main lobby and out the door into the bitter New England cold. It was barely dawn, so the streets were empty and dark as she ran down Boylston street. She could still hear them behind her.
Elizabeth wasn't familiar with Boston, however, as many as the streets in Boston that were difficult to navigate, the main streets were pretty cut and dry. In a designer dress, and painful heels Elizabeth raced down Boylston street, and turned the corner onto Tremont street.
Elizabeth then saw the 'T' logo. The Park street station was just ahead of her, if she could jump on a train, she would lose Norrington. Elizabeth quickly checked over her shoulder as she crossed the street and walked towards the Commons. Just a few more steps…
Elizabeth whirled around at the sound of tires screeching. "Damnit!" Elizabeth saw the black Lincoln headed her way. Elizabeth picked up the pace and ran down the stations stairs. She jumped over the turnstiles and ran to the platform as a train sat there, seemingly waiting for her, she stepped inside the doorway just as they were about to shut. She looked into the window and saw James Norrington and his goons looking back at her. Elizabeth sighed deeply as she took a seat on the train.
Her cell phone rang from within the bag. "Hello?"
"Where are you?" Jack's voice sounded concerned on the other end. "I'm at the hotel, and everything is gone."
"Jack, listen to me. Norrington was just there, you have to go." She could hear him move and a slam of the door. "I have your passport, and anything I could grab." Elizabeth said still breathing heavily.
"Where are you?"
"I am on a train, I just left the Park street stop. He chased me down…"
"Alright, I'm glad you left my phone…listen take the train to the MGH station and get off, I'll be waiting there."
Elizabeth raced off the train, and saw Jack waiting by a taxi, still wearing the tuxedo he wore the night before. Elizabeth ran to him and hugged him. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." Jack helped her into the taxi and they sped off.
"Logan please." Jack told the driver. "We're getting out of here." Jack said as he took off his tie. He then looked at her. "Take my jacket." He took off his long black trench coat that Gibbs had given him, and wrapped it around Elizabeth's shaking shoulders.
"Thank you." Elizabeth stared out the window.
"When did this happen?" Jack asked.
"Before dawn." Elizabeth relaxed her shoulders a bit. "Your phone started ringing, and I thought it was you, so I picked it up and realized it was Norrington. He wanted to know where the shipment and you were, he let it slip that he was in the hotel. I grabbed my bag, took the files, passports, anything of value, and I shot out of there. He grabbed me in the stairwell, I fought him off, then went running to Park street. He never caught up with me, then you called, and here we are."
"Alright." Jack seemed to turn away in thought.
"Where are we going?"
"My home. We'll be safe there, and we can plot our next move." Elizabeth looked down at her cell phone she had clenched in her hands. 'Home', it felt like a million miles away, her father, her job, even Will, her partner, she missed. Jack's home, wasn't hers, and with the look in Jack's eye, perhaps, he thought it would be permanent.
Elizabeth dipped her head back and closed her eyes. She was tired, and her feet really ached. This inside scoop into Jack's world wasn't what she wanted, nor needed, however, she was a bit closer in getting Norrington, the bastard who killed her mother, over a painting, over perhaps even love, but Elizabeth doubted it was that much involved, she had a feeling that no one ever said 'no' to James Norrington.
"Just lean on me." Jack said as he helped Elizabeth out of the taxi that had picked them up and taken them to his home. Elizabeth, painfully got to her battered feet, which she learned was bruised and bloodied, from her run through Boston. Jack lifted her into his arms and carried her inside the very open villa.
The entire insides of the house were white and beige, very neutral, very serene. Elizabeth gazed at the amazing architecture as Jack carefully carried her up the marble stairs. He kicked open a door and set her down on a bed. "Let me look at those feet." Jack tenderly slipped off her shoes, and saw them to be not as bad as he thought. "Some peroxide should do the trick."
"Thank you Jack." Elizabeth said as she leaned up on her elbows.
"No problem." Jack then looked at a small woman who entered the room. She looked to be in her fifties with gray hair, she was heavy set, yet, looked as strong as a bull. "Maria, please get me the first aide kit." Jack asked pleasantly.
"Right away." Elizabeth looked at Jack with a raised brow.
"Hired help?"
"Yes…" Jack stood up and took off his jacket. "Someone has to keep this place running while I'm gone."
"I didn't think you were the type." Elizabeth shrugged. Elizabeth inhaled deeply, the clean ocean air filled her lungs. "I didn't think it would be this beautiful."
"Seen this before?" Jack asked as he sat down by the foot of the bed.
"Aerial shots." Elizabeth smiled. Soon Maria returned with the first aide kit and set it down next to Jack.
"Would you like me to make up another room?"
"Yes." Jack said as he opened the kit. "And please help Elizabeth with finding some clothing, and please draw her a bath." Maria nodded and quickly hurried away.
"Draw me a bath?" Elizabeth said with her nose turned upward. "Why Mister Sparrow, how simply…snooty." Elizabeth laughed.
"Give me your feet." Jack said as he took the peroxide in one hand and a bandage in the other. "This is going to sting."
"I can handle…OW!" Elizabeth took her feet back as they burned with pain.
"Told you." Jack finished cleaning her cuts and scrapes and put the kit away. "I'll be right back…" Jack then turned to her before he left. "I'll be back before I turn in."
Elizabeth now knew she was in trouble.
(A/N) Just in case any of you are wondering, how I described Elizabeth running, is exactly how that area of Boston is set up. The 'T' logo is a big T with a circle around it, and it's the Massachusetts Bay transportation Authority, our subway system. The MGH stop is the Massachusetts General Hospital stop, and the Commons, is kind of like a mini Central Park right smack dab in the middle of Boston. Sorry I love my town…Pats are playing this weekend…they are going to beat Denver, sorry Bronco fans…your going back to the stalls! Hehe…